Memory Deprivation

Discerning the blunt shamelessness in Sheyan’s method, those gypsy diviners dared not make a single movement.

If they failed once more, adding to the current 40,000 guineas would definitely not be a trifling amount. More importantly, who was to say this devilish male who had grasped their intentions, wouldn't squish another seed? Who could bear such a responsibility for that?

Instead at this moment, the tri-coloured headscarf woman strolled out with a gaze brimming with wariness.

"Who are you?"

Sheyan laughed and answered.

"You must be the Gypsies’ Jiejie? I am simply a merchant. Oh? I guessed you’ve made your move eh?"

As it turns out, after Sheyan uttered the word ‘merchant’, he suddenly felt his entire world melting away. Everything dazzled into vagueness, with the only clarity being Jiejie’s abstruse pair of pupils. In addition to that blood red dot above those pupils, it seemed like her crystal ball had morphed into a world!